When life slips you a Jeffrey, stroke the furry walls

Happy E. G. E.

I feel like a kid on the night before Christmas as I wait impatiently for the infinite series of never-ending minutes to tick by until my scheduled training session with Amy R tomorrow. I only hope that my built-up expectations and two-year long to-do list is commensurate with the actual abilities of the device. Based on my test-drive a few months back, I am fairly certain that we are going to be quite pleased with the results. I just wish it was tomorrow already.